I could have dragged her into a corner and ****d her, and no-one would have cared. But I suspect that she probably wouldn't have cared much either. Be...ars shit in the woods, the Pope is Catholic, homeless girls get ****d. Where's the fun in that? Where's the challenge?I decided against it.'You want a hand with that suitcase?''No, I'm ok, thanks'We continued walking in silence.A few moments passed.In a lower voice, she said 'How much money are we talking about?''Well, what are you willing to do?'. However, if she wasn’t telling me how to live my life, she was telling me how to raise Tami. Then Carla and Abby showed up and she decided it was her job to hone my mothering skills. To be truthful, I sort of enjoyed those times with my Mom. She was irritating at times, but looking back, they are some of my fondest memories of her.”“I take it she has passed on?”“Yes, we lost her when Abby was eight years old. That was a really sad time in my life, but Steve and the girls were there for me, so I. "I would prefer the fires of hell to another night with you Lord Blanchforth," she replied."Oh, then so be it!" I agreed, "So be it!" I turned away from her, "Come the morning I shall find you a suitable situation as a whore."Anger filled me but weariness overwhelmed me and quickly the darkness engulfed me and I slept dreamlessly until the grey light of morning roused me.My waking roused her, she was laying against me, and arm across my chest, "I was cold," she explained awkwardly as she moved. ”“So you’re not her? Just inhabiting her body?” I said, looking at her closely for the first time. “At least I’m not crazy.”I paced around the room, wishing it had a front door so I could slam it behind me. Instead, I decided to get to the bottom of this charade. “I’ve got to say, you look exactly like Caitlyn. But who?”“Let’s keep that a mystery, shall we?” she said. “Now that you know that I’m a fantasy, and not a ghost, why can’t you just go with it?”“And I won’t know who you really are?” I.